Lyrics to "Bicycle Cardio" from the upcoming EP "illiquidities"
It’s Kite 9d3, hey, hi, hello
Don’t say goodbye, stakes is too high to fold
Evil evolves so we must always break new kinds of molds
Redefinin’ realignment really I just hope
You can decipher codes and read between the liner notes
Catch my meaning vocalized, that’s the key I hold
To keep the fire stoked I ride the beat like a lifeboat
But on a lighter note it’s all right ya know kites can float
At least as long as there’s a little bit of breeze, otherwise it won’t
I suppose it’s time to go buy a bowtie and oversized clothes
And join a zydeco band playin’ xylophone
This nihilistic zeitgeist is a feisty foe
But I’m designed to uphold the shine like a light pole
Bullseye, right on the nose
Been zany ever since I was a zygote
Reside in Arizona where it’s dry as a bone
Always sleep deprived, born with no desire to doze
In the desert, land of wind and unsightly ghosts
The kind you only see with your eyes closed, blood cold as icicles
Let the dice roll like a bicycle, psych!
No, a tricycle 'cause with a third die I could roll a 13
And everyone else’s eyes would roll
Like mine at rhymers only out to get the kaiser rolls
I rise like dough, nuts but I’m no psycho
Just let my style run wild yet still be mindful
I might have known tonight I’d be on the microphone
Science has shown that I could flow for millions of hundreds of miles to go
It’s just that my arrival was slow 'cause my tires were low
So up to the sky I arose
Flyin’ over Idaho and Ohio when it’s 9 below
Pryin’ open minds that closed quite a while ago
(Got a hideout, that’s a site to be holed)
No business as usual I refuse to mind my own
This is a hitchhiker’s guide to the other side of the road
Might not be relatable but it’s reliable
Kiter wrote this bio off the side of the dome
My hair is never long enough to need to utilize a comb
You could search high and low, side to side
‘cross the entire globe and never find a clone
'cause in this category I’m alone
Unclassifiable and by the time you woke up last morning
I traveled 40 miles stoned in my laboratory
On the MPC I dial tones ('cause it’s my calling!)
Man and machine intertwined when I’m windin’ the spokes
To ignite a brighter glow than your Androids and Iphones
In those fine moments when from the record I strike gold
Often I do catch a severe case of writer’s block
But in the end I never get my poetic license revoked
We can never prevent or autocorrect every typo
In the mirror we must recognize Jekyll and Hyde both
What’s drivin’ my growth from pine cone
To the height of those ripe old giant oaks?
My music’s kinda like someone who’s bad at lyin’ yo
(How’s that)
'cause I put on all types of show but no one buys it though
I mean a few do but it’s voodoo economical
It’s cool I truly do it just to purify my soul
Higher Self Defense is where I’m specialized
Pro Se, that means I only have one client
Although we’d probably have a minor stroke if we could see behind the cloak
That don’t mean the system should be brainwashin’ us with psychic soap
I’ma grow a crop of psychotropic isotopes
And make a bong out of a microscope just to microdose
No gun to head or knife to throat, those are tired tropes
But I pack a stack of mental sniper rifles with kaleidoscopes
I’m rational so I don’t have the highest hopes
But from now on I try to go out on a high note
But when I die I’ll most likely go by the smoke
Or maybe smothered under a pile of vinyl, I dunno
But definitely not from drinkin’ wine or diet coke
And definitely not from thinkin’ that my life’s a joke
But maybe from decidin’ I don’t like it so much anymore the longer time goes
And that’s no preemptive suicide note, just sayin’
Life’s a trip, never know where ya might get thrown by a cyclone
Right wingers wish I would leave but on the Left I’m right at home
My politics are nothin’ personal it’s all societal
The sum of all institutions is almost omnicidal
And on a side note it’s not always right to
Stay calm and try to compromise, nope!
There’s a time to fight and a time to be humble and pliable
We should always strive for nonviolence but sometimes it’s not advisable
What counts most is usually unquantifiable
But in the final showdown of good and evil
What if the tie was broke by my vote?
The more you discipline yourself the littler else is irreconcilable
But what do I know? I’m just one Kite
Gettin’ high on a double-blind study guide rope
Thankful I don’t have to live my whole life in survival mode
But dang, you’d think the people on top of the pyramid would want to make things right below
(scratches)
It’s just a little bit of who what where when and why I be
K-I-T-E 9-D-3 with some
B-I-C-Y-C-L-E
C-A-R-D-I-O peace
Ok goodnight go home
It’s Kite 9d3, hey, hi, hello
Don’t say goodbye, stakes is too high to fold
Evil evolves so we must always break new kinds of molds
Redefinin’ realignment really I just hope
You can decipher codes and read between the liner notes
Catch my meaning vocalized, that’s the key I hold
To keep the fire stoked I ride the beat like a lifeboat
But on a lighter note it’s all right ya know kites can float
At least as long as there’s a little bit of breeze, otherwise it won’t
I suppose it’s time to go buy a bowtie and oversized clothes
And join a zydeco band playin’ xylophone
This nihilistic zeitgeist is a feisty foe
But I’m designed to uphold the shine like a light pole
Bullseye, right on the nose
Been zany ever since I was a zygote
Reside in Arizona where it’s dry as a bone
Always sleep deprived, born with no desire to doze
In the desert, land of wind and unsightly ghosts
The kind you only see with your eyes closed, blood cold as icicles
Let the dice roll like a bicycle, psych!
No, a tricycle 'cause with a third die I could roll a 13
And everyone else’s eyes would roll
Like mine at rhymers only out to get the kaiser rolls
I rise like dough, nuts but I’m no psycho
Just let my style run wild yet still be mindful
I might have known tonight I’d be on the microphone
Science has shown that I could flow for millions of hundreds of miles to go
It’s just that my arrival was slow 'cause my tires were low
So up to the sky I arose
Flyin’ over Idaho and Ohio when it’s 9 below
Pryin’ open minds that closed quite a while ago
(Got a hideout, that’s a site to be holed)
No business as usual I refuse to mind my own
This is a hitchhiker’s guide to the other side of the road
Might not be relatable but it’s reliable
Kiter wrote this bio off the side of the dome
My hair is never long enough to need to utilize a comb
You could search high and low, side to side
‘cross the entire globe and never find a clone
'cause in this category I’m alone
Unclassifiable and by the time you woke up last morning
I traveled 40 miles stoned in my laboratory
On the MPC I dial tones ('cause it’s my calling!)
Man and machine intertwined when I’m windin’ the spokes
To ignite a brighter glow than your Androids and Iphones
In those fine moments when from the record I strike gold
Often I do catch a severe case of writer’s block
But in the end I never get my poetic license revoked
We can never prevent or autocorrect every typo
In the mirror we must recognize Jekyll and Hyde both
What’s drivin’ my growth from pine cone
To the height of those ripe old giant oaks?
My music’s kinda like someone who’s bad at lyin’ yo
(How’s that)
'cause I put on all types of show but no one buys it though
I mean a few do but it’s voodoo economical
It’s cool I truly do it just to purify my soul
Higher Self Defense is where I’m specialized
Pro Se, that means I only have one client
Although we’d probably have a minor stroke if we could see behind the cloak
That don’t mean the system should be brainwashin’ us with psychic soap
I’ma grow a crop of psychotropic isotopes
And make a bong out of a microscope just to microdose
No gun to head or knife to throat, those are tired tropes
But I pack a stack of mental sniper rifles with kaleidoscopes
I’m rational so I don’t have the highest hopes
But from now on I try to go out on a high note
But when I die I’ll most likely go by the smoke
Or maybe smothered under a pile of vinyl, I dunno
But definitely not from drinkin’ wine or diet coke
And definitely not from thinkin’ that my life’s a joke
But maybe from decidin’ I don’t like it so much anymore the longer time goes
And that’s no preemptive suicide note, just sayin’
Life’s a trip, never know where ya might get thrown by a cyclone
Right wingers wish I would leave but on the Left I’m right at home
My politics are nothin’ personal it’s all societal
The sum of all institutions is almost omnicidal
And on a side note it’s not always right to
Stay calm and try to compromise, nope!
There’s a time to fight and a time to be humble and pliable
We should always strive for nonviolence but sometimes it’s not advisable
What counts most is usually unquantifiable
But in the final showdown of good and evil
What if the tie was broke by my vote?
The more you discipline yourself the littler else is irreconcilable
But what do I know? I’m just one Kite
Gettin’ high on a double-blind study guide rope
Thankful I don’t have to live my whole life in survival mode
But dang, you’d think the people on top of the pyramid would want to make things right below
(scratches)
It’s just a little bit of who what where when and why I be
K-I-T-E 9-D-3 with some
B-I-C-Y-C-L-E
C-A-R-D-I-O peace
Ok goodnight go home